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It wasn't normal for him to be scared. It was not normal for him to not be able to fall asleep. And it was certainly not normal for him to have to turn on the nightlight just so he can sit in bed and stare at the wall. It was not normal, but it was happening. Those hungry blue eyes still haunted his nightmares and that promise, made in that sweet little voice that hid the monster, was once again traveling through his frightened mind;
I'll be back, Izaya-kun. I'll be back to check on my little kitten.
In normal circumstances, nobody alive was allowed to call him a little kitten, much less declare their ownership over him. But these were definitely not normal circumstances. He was afraid. He was deathly afraid. He longed for the time when sleep came easy to him. When he wasn't haunted by those eyes, those ever watching eyes.
Oh Izaya, you don't look so well today. What's troubling my little kitten?
He turned around in bed as her words kept slipping through his brain. He was so happy and relieved when she finally decided to let him go home. He thought that it's all over now. All over. And then those sickening words came.
I'll be back, Izaya-kun.
This was even worse than being held captive by her. Back then he at least knew exactly where she was and there was no surprise element. Oh, how he hated the surprise element. That is, when it wasn't on his side. Right now she could jump him whenever she felt like it. No matter how long he ran or how good he hid, she would find him. Namie was already thinking he was getting paranoid because of all of the security he set up around the apartment. But no…it wasn't paranoia. It was real. He didn't want that girl anywhere near him, but he knew that he was only running from inevitable. She will come.
Who's my good little kitten?
She will come again.
You're my good little kitten.
And she will make his life a living hell.
I want to play with my kitten today.
Again.
He shook his head, trying to clear out his thoughts. Panicking will get him nowhere. Maybe he was lucky. Maybe she forgot about him, she had other toys too. But it was hard not to feel panicked as he felt the claws of darkness clutch around him, laughing evilly.
Who's a good little kitten?
The voice in darkness mocked. She wasn't there, he knew. But…it was almost like she was.
That's right you're my good little kitten, Izaya. Your not going to scream like the last time won't you Izaya. You'll be a good, silent, little, kitten.
This had to stop! This madness had to stop! He wasn't in control of his life anymore and he hated that. He needed to take the control back. He needed to start being Izaya again. Izaya Orihara, the notorious information broker, and not some girl's toy. He had to take the control back and find a way to be his old self again, before anyone starts making assumptions. Namie was already looking at him weirdly when he returned from his "vacation" to "underground" and refused to speak a word, choosing, rather to sleep a few days off.
"What kind of vacation was that if you are still tired? You had that much fun messing around?"
"Oh Namie, you have no idea."
He noticed that Namie started treating him differently after that, trying to get anything out of him, but his mouth was close shut. Yeah, like hell he would tell anyone.
Bad kitten, Izaya! You know I don't like cursing.
"Sorry" he muttered out, before he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock.
What was wrong with? Did he really just apologize to a voice in his head? That won't do, that won't do at all. He was Orihara Izaya for crying at aloud. He did not apologize…to most of the people. But certainly not to some stupid, little voice in his head. That just won't do.
And with that it was decided. He needed to carry on with his normal life. He needed to forget about everything else. For his own health. Tomorrow he'll go straight to Ikebukuro and see how much damage he can do. He's been away from his lovely humans for far to long, it will be interesting to see which way their lives went, without him in the picture.
With those encouraging thoughts, he curled up in his bed, nightlight still on and clutching his pillow for extra safety. He closed his eyes hoping that up coming sleep will not bring him anymore nightmares.
Good night my kitten. Sleep well, for tomorrow the fun begins.
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